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I sat by raging waters last night...first a trickle...a tickle upon the arch of my foot...or was that the arch of my humanity...it swirled and whirled consuming me...piece by piece...like a precious last meal...it took it's time...devoured me...fluidity turned fleshly as it moved over me...no...through me...until my own existence was a raging sea...did the very continents collided?...Unbridled furry...yet no hurry...for the waters to hush, calm, sooth, still...I sat by raging waters last night...and...I thought of you...cling safely to the shores of my affections...and rise...
It creeps in like a specter...
Blocking the light...eclipsing reality...
It pulls me under... leaving me flailing just under the surface of my life...
It suffocates me... breathless...heaving...gasping for breath...
It devastates me... robbing me of hope...happiness...
It dances around me...like fog engulfing who I am... barely leaving my life visible through the haze...
It makes me a distant stranger... even to myself...longing for an introduction...
It makes me desperate... to laugh...to dream...to feel...
It numbs my humanity... monotone responses to amazing events...
It leaves me screaming at the top of my lungs... my words echoing into the cavernous abyss of sadness... It leaves me...sometimes...and then returns...
It creeps in like a specter...
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
Did you think that you had convinced me? That THIS is love... Did you think that you had convinced me? That This is trust...dancing around issues and lying about mundane things... Did you think that you had convinced me? I have felt love before...I know it's presence well...recognise it's touch... Did you think that you had convinced me? Holding back who you really are...who are you saving such revelations for?... Did you think that you had convinced me? Offering medeocrity...expecting an outcome of grandure... Did you think that you had convinced me? Me...who loves because it is reality...who gives because the need is there...who embraces unconditionally... you make me want to condition...and that saddens me more than YOU know.
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
There are so many sides to me...
A perplexing mixed identity...
A spliced yet whole menagerie...
Of characters...
To meet each one...is to be undone...
Touched...without flesh...
I am Vesuvius...just below the surface...
Molten malice merging...swirling...
The narrow Nile...
Meandering mildly...coaxing vexing perplexing...wildly...
A temptress...a child...a bitter diatribe...holding...no...unfolding...
This story...non-benign...
And this is where you come in...
Tumultuous tide...your raging winds...
A course-less calamity...to pursue...
That is not me...THAT...is you...
Unbridled...and unabashed...
Alas our toxic story line...how well embittered did entwine...our love...
Dangerous pursuit...then...you took root...
Off with the loot...
Of my misfortune...
I attempt to fold...
Forfeit my resentment...discontentment...
My own deliverance from you...
You disappear...no...transform
Retreat...from your chaotic norm...
Another type of magic trick...to capture my bewilderment....
Fully...
Fooly...
Folly...
Tears tremble on edge...carried swiftly from ledge...where they teeter...
Behind each one...is held an ocean...
A watery well...
Endless emotion...
Navigating features...dodging dignities plea...
WE...
Toss the currency of love into the depths...
Whisper wishes on the wind...
The downward dance...a wishes chance...
The murky bottom is but wishful thinking...
I should be rich off the wonder...
That put asunder...Our love...
I am Vesuvius...
Just below the surface...
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
...I decided to step into the sunlight thismorning...take in the heat on my skin..the warmth in my soul and pause...thinking...breathing...I am currently being stalked by 20 or so tiny migrating birds with an apparent appetite for baked goods...they are in turn being stalked by my favorite neighborhood cat...I have not decided whose side I am on yet...aparently I could be swayed easily in either direction...or at least I could form a close parallel in my life choices as of late...I have ventured far from my original plans...thrown caution to the wind a little too freely...and yet the former strands of myself still throb within my soul...rise up from my being...I have watched the bustle of humanity all morning...I t has saddened me...the misguided attempt of many...strain your mind...your soul...your body striving for success...and then what?...I have witnessed a myriad of amazing events this morning...the sun permeating the light fog...disipating the hazy distance into clarity...I have observed love in the sweetest form...en elderly couple although I use that word lightly...they were more like one person fused together by time...trials...life...the steam of their coffee rising...his hand teetering on her knee...her fingertips searching the familiar crevices of his face...a different form of passion...older, wiser, still just as moving as two young lovers in my eyes... a layer of condensation dripping from there brow...a trophy of sorts clinging to the windows of a dusty backseat...the thought to me is riviting...I can imagine these two in their youth...I see the echoing sentiments in their every move...it gives me hope for the future...I could never have a life without passion...sensuality...seduction...they have reminded me that one must not suffer such a fate....alas...my day in the sun has brought an inward glow as well...I will not settle in this life for anything short of passion...I am moved...aroused by life...turned on by the thought of it...enraptured....saleh...
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
I feel spicy today...like peeping in on lovers.

I feel ***** today... whip cream and nakedness.

I feel flirty today... wind that catches my skirt and has it's way with it.

I feel naughty today...tease the buttons on my shirt.

I feel free today...bathing in the sunlight...back arched...head back.

I feel sinister today...whispers sweet nothings with heated breath.

I feel sensual today...hands tracing the outlines of my skin.

I feel explicit today...licking my lips and tasting the wetness.

I feel love today...drunk with the pleasures of living...exhale...
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
I long for you…however distant our meeting may be…

Can you feel my presence even now…embracing your existence?

I sing over you…undecipherable lyrics that speak clearly to your heart alone…

I rock you gently…within the valley of my ******* I embrace you…pull you into Me…the warmth of my breath falling onto your skin…

I devour you…exploring the hidden secrets of you…my mouth mapping your slopes, valleys…each crevice …my tongues delight…you are delectable to me…

A blind surveyor…my hands roam over you…fingertips lost in your wonder…

My heart is frozen by your beauty…taken back by your splendor…enraptured by your presence…I know you as if myself…searching the layers of your soul…your identity…as if my own...

I long for you…however distant our meeting may be…
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
Perplexing the ways that bodies connect in my mind...
they roll and tumble...twist and turn...ignore their bones and give into the stretch...
the pull...the pain...the pleasure.
The protrusions of flesh and the flesh that protrudes...
wraps...wrinkles...encases a soul.
A skeleton , a second in time, a ***, a scandal, a sin and then surrender - twisting..turning..tearing..burning.
Forsaking skin that cannot bind what is bursting out bursting through...
me and you...we two...inside, outside, in me, in you...we two lay a while and then...
only seconds it must be...I feel you touch me...deeply, neatly, roughly, softly...
in me, in you, we two...connecting, infecting, rejecting the norm...
free-form we join...smooth touch...rough push...playful pull...I drool
at the thought of you inside me...feel me...fill me.
Needy? Need me...
I dream...off again then back and taken in...
do me...through me...in and out ...fast, slow sensations grow..warmth flows.
I know what you feel I am one in the same...say my name...I came...again, again.
Search the valleys, climb the mountains...find the wanderlust fulfilled ...
within, without...no doubts...wrap me up within you, drape me in your skin...
ravenous one....I am not shy...no shame...the same?
I wanted to ...now what to do now that I have had you? Could it be through? No, start a new...
caress, tongue tease and tickle---muscles and tendons teeter on edge.
Go within me..dwell there...stay a while...a smile, a glance, a ****, a chance to excite...
to move...passion consumes this moment and the last...my future my and my past...all that I remember. Never ceasing...pulling me in...holding me down...breath escapes me...words forsake me...
calamity and calm...nibbles and strokes, I provoke...the ***** you...the filthy me.
You and I roll...rock...on top...under...over...in between. Me and you...we two...fever rising...compromising the structure of my being...I am reeling.
Tugging, *******, rubbing, *******...hold me...tease me...you've pleased me.
Twist... turn..my soul yearns for the next caress ...my veins...my walls...
the halls that house my sensuality...
Go where I send you...plunge and pull...puncture and dwell deep within me...
***** me...rope me?
I feel you move and I am moved...by your life inside me.
Rest, infest my inner self...my ******* encase you...BREATH...I hear you...***...I feel you....REST...within me.
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
I have learned…that people are not always what they seem…or what I want them to be.

I have learned…that I am stronger than I thought…or others may think.

I have learned…that I trust few for a reason…or maybe many.

I have learned…that my heart is too much to give…and my love not enough.

I have learned…that I respect others feelings…often at my own expense.

I have learned…who my real friends are…including myself.

I have learned…that I do not have the time for heartache…or the effort to mend.

I have learned…that while I want you…truly…

I have learned…that I do not need you…and

You will learn…that you can NEVER again have me.
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
Your touch flows across the smoothness of my skin... ---a cool breeze over a vast desert. Fingertips Searching aimlessly... ---for curves...valleys...nooks to explore. Your tongue, a jealous vouyer... ---imparts streams of wetness...glistening in candlelights glow. Tongue tease the rising circles... ---hard with pleasure...protruding from soft mounds of flesh. ***** the places in between... ---pulling...tugging...*******...rubbing. Then linger a while...insuing wetness...seeking shelter for fingertips ---...slip and slide...rest inside...a hiding place within me. Return again to ******* edge... ---while the hardness of you sweeps softly against the wetness of me. Longs to enter... ---slip inside...tight around you...I have found you... Irresistable...
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
I want to laugh right now...belly laugh until my muscles ache...I want to jump through puddles...the ripples danceing around my ankles...I want to  run down hillsides...the air tugging at  my skirt like a restless lover...I want to feel the kiss of an ocean breeze on my face...the salty air dancing across my lips...I want to feel the warmth of skin against mine...wrapping me within a blanket of epidermal bliss...I want to go within myself and stay a while...exploring my humanity  and coming face to face with my own existence...I want to kick and scream and cry with reckless abandonedment until my cavernous soul falls limp from exhaustion...I want to touch my face...eyes closed... and view myself without the boundaries of expectation...of redundance...of normalcy...I want to see myself in a different way...a different light...a different scope...
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
Lay Me Down
On freshly fallen leaves
Damp with the newness of dawn
Lay Me Down
And brush your identity over mine
Your skin but a whisper meeting my own
Lay Me Down
The delicacy of your touch
Like sheer lace draping my humanity
Lay Me Down
And join me
Cumulus dances teasing our eyes
Sunlight drowning our thoughts Lay Me Down
And become one with me...
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
My juxtaposition to your heart...
Just short of right and  just left of leaving...
This fascination...distant adoration...
Trailing off into the distance...despite my own persistence...going...going...gone...
You see...Yours was a velvet touch... smooth against the skin of my soul...
My lips raw from your sandpaper kiss...once riveting...
Now...  remorseful hue... morose shade of blue...defunct me and you...
My own sweet type of primal bliss...you...audaciously exist...within me...
As I the ribbon...the strand...
NO...the last straw...
Am wrapped around your finger...linger...
flail...fight...then make tight...our binding...
Intertwining...
Bound by our brittle bias...
And you... pious... feel the need to mediate...to delegate...
NO...dominate...
Our love...
You... an anomaly...of the not right variety...
Build...gather...house the mire ...selfishly... misty moments... memories
My pain protruding...while eluding...my acute identity...
Pregnant with grief...disbelief...I strain...
Laboriously to free you...
Giving birth to the rain...
of emotions...
And OUR storm rages on...
A weeping...seeping semblance of love...
Circling the drain of our destruction...
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
I precariously teeter in the morning air...
And happen chance does find me there...
On breeze...on edge...I ride the waves...
Of sunlight through the morning haze...
In noonday's glow I drift abroad...
Subdued by warmth my spirit nod's...
I search for bliss on evenings air...
It sweeps me swiftly from my cares...
Then night sweet night extends it's hand...
Invites me to another land...
Extract the stars one by one...bundle them and I'm undone...
Lasso the moon...pull it near...
A glow that has become so Dear...
Cheek to cheek...dance of delight...
Oh how indeed I love my night...who knew that it could hold such light?
And I am now the captured one...it holds me...it's forgotten sun...
And Glow begets glow begets glow...
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
Sometimes... I wander through this cavernous abyss that is life and I question each moment...each fragment of time... Sometimes... I flee from such answers...unwilling to know the truth about injustice...about shallowness...about....dissatisfaction... Sometimes... I am moved...my heart overwhelmed with passion...longing...bliss... Sometimes... My sense of self is drowning in a sea of disbelief...unable to forgive the ebb an flow of my own emotions...trampled as the stampede of reality has its way with my existence... Sometimes... I surrender...to it all...passion consuming me...inhabiting my body and mind...ecstasy flirting with my humanity...sultry strangers exchanging in a brief dance of intimacy... Sometimes... is never enough...
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
When I was a child… I was fascinated by the sensation of sitting at the bottom of the swimming pool …the drains tug on the liquid landscape that surrounded me…the world dancing around me in slow motion…an eerie glow cast upon everything that was habitually familiar…the clouds distortion barely visible through the swaying waters above…it was …somehow…comfort …in the sweetest sense…perhaps it was some primal, original dance as if in the womb…as if housed once more within the shelter of maternal delight …such a soothing salve of pacification has seemed elusive as life has stirred  me from my waterhole of non-want, non-need…non-fear…into the astounding, deafening, calamity that existence can become…I have found myself searching frantically for the drain…for the hush…for the waters edge and quickly the murky bottoms comforting escape…cradled, calmed, wooed by the silent caress of peace upon my skin…   silence, stillness …immobile tranquility…for all of it's loveliness, allure, charm…it has indeed unfolded in my more developed endeavors as …escapism…diversion…dodging…so very simplistic when compared to the mishaps and misfortunes that must be faced at times…I find myself  rising  from the depths of security  and ascending… gasping for breath at the surface of my life…

able to…

ready to….

scared to death to…..

move forward……

the difference?...Willing to…
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
The morning light has framed you...utter beauty...

The noonday sun has danced around the gentle slopes of your face...loveliness unveiled...

The glow of the midnight ivory moon peeks around the perfection that is you...shadows of delight...

Your illumination has invaded my life...submerged my soul...bewitched my body...the warmth of your glow overflowing...

The sweet illumination that is you...
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
It is storming out...and within...
The type that rattles the soul and stirs the senses...
And, within me, my own tumultuous sea roars, rages...rises...
I relate... to the wind...
Whirl ...with the waters...
Crash... with the the thunder...
Alive ...with the lightning...
We are kindred...This bewitching night and I...
The sensual staples of a cavernous soul are never truly enough...
Mere sustenance... is not satisfaction...
Wanton ...not well-wished...
Part... far from plenty...
And as we reel with the reeds...Twirl with the treetops...Mingle with the mud of the earth...
I am grounded...undone and whole...a walking, talking paradoxical phantom...
To connect to a Mother Earth...when mother-less...I am home...as if in the womb...
And as the floods of ambiguous emotions recede...pull upon my being...
My ankles tingle...my soul mingles...with humanity once again...the calm and calamity...
Oh, How I miss the stormy sensations of Oneness...It is as if to scale the height of the seas themselves...
And reality...it's  bitter bottom...
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
When was the moment?...  
Did the idea plant itself within you like the root taking hold?...
When did our love ...waver, falter, fail you?
When was the moment that you waded far from the shores of my love?...
Deeper into the waters of oneness...standing on your own two feet...fleeting...
As my footing, my voice, my humanity escaped me...slipping from the depths of my soul...
intermingling within the seas of your sadness...oddly... We are one again.
And I...unhinged and undone...carried between the crosswinds of angst and adoration...torn from union...  Hover....like a spirit...over you...over us...OVER.
And all at once ...you...dissipate...disappear...a misty memory dancing around me...scatter...float...fall...
Rain down upon me...and as the memories settle...
a myriad of invisible scars burrow their imprint deeply within my soul...
And you...who walked away...
Is carried within me...
Tell me...When was the moment?...
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
I played with whipped cream last night...
Coated my fingertips...like candles snuffed at their prime...
Each fingertip returning to its original cleanliness under the spell of my tongue...
Circling the shape of my eyes...the maps that guide my soul into motion....
Tracing the ***** of my nose...interpreter of the sensations that surround me...
Amazing the sensualities that are carried on the wind...
Scaling the outline of my lips....filling every crease and curve...
Jealous my body becomes...taking in the delights from above...
Shoulder *****...slippery slide...collar bones coated...******* nestled...
The tips of my fingers crave more canvas...more skin...
Sticky steam caresses me...bubbles spawn webs of lace upon my skin...as for the rest?
Delicacies dancing within me.
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
You seem to be an echo... Of what my heart has cried out for A longing fulfilled... A lust satisfied... You seem to be a whisper of love... Invading me gently... caressing my thoughts with your unique revelations... You seem to be a cognizance that greets my humanity... Have I not loved you for all of my days? Is your touch not as kindred as my own? Does the beauty of you not permeate my being? Cradle...embrace...entwine...enevelop...seize who I am... You seem to be...beauty unfolding...
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013

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